Strange Language

Up on the bluff, where I wish I was

Twistin' up the pages of history

My cold feet danglin', my bony arms gesturin'

To summon up little chunk of that historyIn the corridor the shadows are long

And it messes with my equilibrium

And there's strains of a strange languageUp on the bluff, where the hardwood's jut

Out toward the gusts of history

My crusty mind cracks, my restless heart tracks

The fractal lines of historyIn the corridor the shadows are long

And it messes with my equilibrium

And there's strains of a strange languageIn the corridor the shadows are long

And it messes with my equilibrium

And there's strains of a strange language